Page 40 of Packed Up In Vegas

“Like fucking hell you are,” the asshole growled.

“Jerry, who is this?” the brunette asked.

“Just a bitch,” he replied.

I moved without thinking, stalking toward him with murderous intent. He shrank away.

“Watch your fucking mouth. Callie’s entitled to take her things, which it seems you were very quick to get rid of, and all the things she paid for are no longer your problem.”

The two women with him looked both confused and angry.

“Mom, why don’t you wait outside?” the brunette said.

“No,” Jerry snapped. “This isn’t Callie’s home anymore. Katrina and I live here with her mother, and Callie is no longer welcome.”

I glanced back to Callie, seeing her little fists clenched, fury vibrating her whole body. Jerry slipped right past me and got up in her face.

“You broke into my fucking apartment?”

“Our apartment!”

“No, it’s mine. We broke up.”

“I pay the fucking rent! And we only broke up because you got drunk-married and fucking left me in another city, you goddamn selfish fuck! How could you do that to me? I can’t believe I almost had a baby with you! How can you replace me so quickly?” She choked on a sob before saying much more quietly, “I don’t understand what I did wrong.”

My anger with her ex was far easier for me to deal with than Callie’s pain.

Kai put himself bodily between Callie and Jerry. “We’ve gotten all her things and we’re heading out. Let’s just leave it at this.”

“And who the fuck are you?”

“Her—”

“Friend, Jerry. Maybe you would fucking recognize it if you had any. Not everyone is a selfish jackass.”

“I see why he left her,” the mother whispered to her daughter, and it took all of my self-control to not spin around and tell them both to fuck off.

“I’m gonna call the cops,” Jerry said. “You robbed my fucking apartment.”

“I didn’t take a single thing I didn’t pay for. Buy your own shit. You don’t get to use me for anything anymore. Did you really think I would have no reaction to what you did?”

“I hoped you would take the hint but apparently not.”

“Yeah, I got the hint about the fucking relationship. That doesn’t mean I’m going to abandon everything I own. And don’t bother calling the cops because I have all the purchase receipts in my emails. I know you don’t have purchase proof for all my stuff that you threw away.”

Jerry shrugged. “It was all trash anyway.”

Callie let out a shriek, diving for him before Kai or Diego could stop her. I was close enough to snatch her out of the air, earning a snarl, and her little nails dug into my arm, but I wasn’t about to let her get charged with assault, as much as he would deserve a feral omega ripping him apart.

“Here’s what we’re going to do,” I said firmly. “Assholes in residence are going to wait in the fucking hallway. Callie is going to get the last of her things and we are going to leave. Hopefully none of us ever see one another again.”

Callie was fuming in my arms, and while it was pretty easy to see that Jerry wanted to say something, he wasn’t willing to take on all of us to do it.

“Fucking fine,” he snapped. He and the two women stepped into the hall and we picked up what Callie had already packed, the five of us slipping out of the apartment. I kept my arms firmly around her and made sure she was facing away from him the entire journey.

By the time we got her down the hallway, she was sobbing, her whole body shaking. I scooped her up bridal style and kept walking. Kai helped me secure her in the backseat of the van when we got downstairs. She curled into his arms crying so hard she was gasping for breath.

“I don’t know what I did wrong. I don’t know how he could…”

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